my grandfather was qin shi huang

Except for the two of them, including His Majesty and the Emperor's eldest grandson, everyone looked relaxed and didn't seem to take this seriously?

Even the black manager beside him didn't seem to be nervous at all, and he was even in the mood to nod in a friendly manner towards him. Meng Wu and Wang Jian were immediately confused...

I almost suspected that I was in the wrong place.

But at this time, it was not easy to stand up and inquire, so I could only hold back my wonder and drink tea there. Fortunately, it was not only the two of them who were equally confused, but also Zongzheng Yingxi who had just arrived in a hurry.

Ying Xi was also confused.

what's the situation?

What about the tense atmosphere and heavy atmosphere in your imagination?

How about getting together to make tea?

However, he glanced calmly at Wang Jian and Meng Wu, who were also sitting there as if nothing happened. With a thought in his heart, he walked up to the First Emperor with a normal expression and bowed meticulously.

"I have met His Majesty, His Highness the Emperor's Grandson..."

"Uncle, there is no need to be polite——"

The First Emperor stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand to support him. Zhao Ying came forward in person, helped Ying Xi to sit down, and poured a cup of hot tea for Ying Xi himself.

"This is a new tea that I made when I was in Jiangnan. It's quite different from ordinary tea. You might as well try it. If you think it's good, I'll have someone send you some later..."

Only then did Ying Xi notice that the tea soup in front of him was different from usual ones. It looked clear and translucent, and smelled of the fragrance of bitter ironing. He couldn't help but raise his brows, smiled and took a sip, and praised it for a long time.

"Although it tastes a little light, it has a sweet aftertaste and a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. It's quite suitable for us elderly people..."

Ying Xi was sitting there, chatting about everyday things, just like coming here today, just because he was in the mood, he casually visited the first emperor, without mentioning a word about the purpose of coming today, and the first emperor nodded in agreement.

"I also think this tea is quite interesting——"

The two people were actually there, talking seriously about the new tea fried by Zhao Ying. However, Zhao Ying was also there happily telling everyone about the timing of picking this new tea, the frying process, and even the requirements. Pay attention to some details.

Meng Wu couldn't help but feel even weirder.

What's going on outside?

This morning, outside the palace gate, the sound of horse hooves calling for the lieutenant has almost never stopped. Don’t you have any reaction at all?

This feeling of confusion lasted until the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside.

"Your Majesty, the eldest son Fusu has come from Shangjun and is outside the palace gate, requesting an audience——"

Only then did the First Emperor put away his smile and nodded slightly.

"Let him in -"

Although the First Emperor's tone was calm and gentle, when it fell on everyone's ears, whether it was Ying Xi, Wang Jian or Meng Wu, they couldn't help but feel a sudden change in their hearts. Their minds instantly tensed up and they subconsciously looked outside the hall.

Everyone knows that the most stressful time has arrived.

"My son, Fusu, has met Your Majesty and wishes to express his regards to His Majesty——"

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was shining from behind Fusu, making his figure look taller and taller.

Seeing Fusu walking in from the outside calmly and calmly, like a orchid orchid tree, even Zhao Ying couldn't help but secretly applaud his father's demeanor.

The First Emperor's eyes dropped, staring at his eldest son who was obviously a little darker and thinner. His voice was calm and there was no hint of joy or anger.

"You are not the governor of Shangjun, why did you suddenly return to Xianyang..." When the First Emperor asked this, Fusu solemnly took out a memorial from his arms, and then bowed down solemnly.

"My son, I am here to calm the world's political disputes. I urge your Majesty to appoint the emperor's grandson as soon as possible to rectify the country's foundation and calm the people's hearts in the world——"

Fusu's voice was smooth and clear.

"The eldest emperor, Sun Ying, is brave and decisive, benevolent and filial to his friends. The world has its heart. It is appropriate for the country to be the foundation. If it is not established, the world will be uneasy."

As soon as Fusu said this, the whole hall couldn't help but burst into uproar.

Ying Xi, Wang Jian and Meng Wu couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

Even though Zhao Ying had made countless assumptions and plans, he never expected that his cheap dad would directly push him!

Moreover, there was not even a hint of news in advance.

At this time, the look in Fusu's eyes couldn't help but be a bit complicated.

To be honest, what feelings can a time traveler have for Fusu, his father? The previous care for Fusu, and even the unremitting communication through letters later, were not so much the relationship between father and son, but rather the need to maintain it.

In fact, many of his actions have a somewhat deliberate management tone.

In front of the First Emperor, he wanted to maintain the image of a good son, and in front of the people of the world, he even more wanted to maintain the image of a good son. Although in this era, Confucian benevolence, righteousness, and morality were not yet popular in the world, the principle of filial piety, Is it only Confucianism that values ​​it?

It has already become a moral identity that goes deep into everyone's bones.

Even though the First Emperor's nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes towards Fusu, his eldest son, but if Zhao Ying, his son, really acted mean, unkind, ruthless and unjust to Fusu, his father, how could the First Emperor really show no mercy? No grudges, continue to treat him as a great grandson?

Who doesn’t want their child to be a filial and sensible child?

What's more, from the beginning, Zhao Ying regarded Fusu as his last resort.

As long as Fusu is there, he can stabilize the hundreds of thousands of troops in Shangjun. Even if history is still heading inexorably towards the collapse of the empire, he will have one more path and more ability to compete with the heroes of the world like Liu Bang and Xiang Yu. Confidence.

At least, it can give yourself a chance to survive.

But Fusu stood up without hesitation today. In front of everyone, please appoint him, the emperor's eldest grandson, as the emperor's grandson. This directly cleared the last obstacle for him and the First Emperor to appoint him!

Fusu's move obviously exceeded the expectations of the First Emperor.

Looking at his son with calm and determined eyes, the First Emperor couldn't help but nodded slightly, and there was an undetectable smile in his eyes.

He looked away and looked around at Ying Xi, Wang Jian and others.

"What do you think, gentlemen?"

Ying Xi, Wang Jian and others couldn't help but look at each other. At this time, they still didn't understand what the First Emperor was thinking, so they immediately stood up.

"The old minister seconded the proposal, please establish the emperor's grandson!"

It's like the haze of many days has been swept away.

The First Emperor only felt in a good mood and said in a deep voice.

"In this case, according to the request of all the ministers, we will gather the ministers on a certain day to discuss the appointment of the emperor's grandson!"

As soon as this news came out, the world was shocked!

PS: Although this chapter is short, it burned countless brain cells in my mind. From the morning I wrote it until now, I have revised it countless times, and countless pictures appeared in my mind, but after writing it, I always feel dry and unsatisfactory, so let’s leave it like this for now. (End of chapter)